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Dearest freinds, my heart aches for her. I cannot have her within my heart for she is a sister of sorts, not by blood but by soul. Her sunbright hair flowing, moving, always curling. Her laugh cutting through the silence of a dark day. Her sea blue eyes, there vastness un-ending, on and on the sea rolls on. Her ability to draw is a gift god has given her, her hand sweeps over the paper, drawing lines that make no image to the ignorant eye, but then, quick as a flash, it comes together. She is the artist that many dreamed to be. She is the soul who I long to be with. She is the one. The one. The one who has stolen my heart. One who I will neve

There’s a library, full of books of knowledge, just waiting to be discovered inside your head. Everything you hear, learn or talk about enters  there. It is the Library of your mind. There are no librarians, but when I leave to go to my library, I stare off. When I stare off into the distances of the cosmos I think. I think and think and collaborate. Put ideas with ideas. People don’t understand how I think. There library cannot be opened upon free will and command. Mine can. I go in, explore, enjoy and read. The oldest scriptures from long ago or the newly printed hardcover. So these is how I think, no one understands. DO you?

The rolling of a feild. The sunshine on your face. The warmth reflecting onto your body. Smelling the fresh ripened strawberries filling the feild. Walking to pick the dilicous bites of sweet and savoury red. The taste of the sweetness reaches the senses and the smile forms at the taste. Walking away to dip the feet into earth's bountiful water. Feet feel a sensation of cool crisp reviving energy flow through them and continue to relax and energize the body's soul. Lie in the lush silk weaven meadow, softly plummeting into a deep relaxing slumber. You wake up and look around, startled. Your in your bed and the alarm clock goes off. Just a dre

Flying away. Flying to the place not seen. Flying away upon a soft sweet blanket of cloud. Away, away, to Heaven's Gate. Just to stay a moment or two, smile at a loved one, speak with a freind. Then away, away, you go again. Faraway, back upon your bed. Smiling, you rise up from your bed and away, away, you are off again. A thought, a dream, a figment perhaps, you watch the movie play out upon your hand. People go, people come, people talk, laughter is heard then sorrowful tears. This is the world we live in, always changing, always molding, to its unique postion. This is our world. We are the ones who can change it.

Trapped. Trapped away inside yourself. Thoughts racing, time slowing, you understand but they do not. You are irritated. Trapped. Forming the words, you cannot, forming the sentences, you cannot. Feelings? I have feelings. Express them? I cannot. Trapped Trapped Trapped. Fleeting thoughts, new and old, going and coming, ships sailing out, ships sailing in. Understanding. Having the solution. The time of eureka and rejoice. Explain in your common words? I cannot! You sulk yourself dry inside your mind, things becoming so irritating for you. I know the answer. I know the solution. I can solve the problem. But no I cannot. I cannot explain in yo

Her hair, locks of golden thread, flowing down her head. Her eyes, the sea of blue never ending, the vastness and complicated inner-workings of her mind. Her beautiful mind! Her laughter crackles throughout the air as if electrically exhilarated. I spy her among the sky, floating away from her bed. I gaze as she lounges upon her chair drawing, creating something out of nothing. I fail to romance her, when I try, I fail repeatedly. The wind carries the thoughts, they float away, to greet another among the world.

Time. What is time? Some think of clocks, those evil creepy things. They measure up time, but what is time? Time is a made thing by man. We make many things that are just to obstruct us creativity wise and in other instances. Time. Tick Tick Tick. The clock hand moves on. Ding Ding Ding. Its three o clock oh joy. Why did man need time? We can keep it much better by light. The light goes down the light goes up. People die people are born. Crying, laughing, Moving, Screaming, Working and others. It is ENOUGH! STOP! I stop thy time to lay awhile in limbo land of time. Why do we need time? To get to work or school on time? Ha! Time yet again! No.

Look at the world today. Bombs going off, children starving, wars raging and who is to blame? We all are. Someone always needs to take the blame in this world. Not one but all. Humankind. We should be ASHAMED. We are a sham. Goverment toils. Corruption and politics go hand in hand. As we die for oil our children, OUR future, starves. I should be thankful I eat what I need but others can't and don't. Others need to. Until they do I will fight, fight for what is right. Fight for those who cannot fight. The world. The world needs to be screwed up a little some say. No! It does not! Children starving, bombs dropping, corruption money power! NAY!

They jeer, they laugh and they tease. Do they know how it feels? No. Do they wish to hurt this person? Yes. Eating away, Eating Away, Eating Away. Poor souls being eaten away by un-aware cruel people. Intellect being scrutinized, jeered upon and kicked down. There dimming there own futures in this world by being cruel to those who could help everyone greatly. Eating Away. But when there is nothing left, there is simply, nothing left. Down down they sink, further and further. Until there is no way to escape. No way to escape.

Dancing  Round With You, ... Looking At Your Eyes, ... Just Dancing.... Just staring... And then our eyes meet, Hair curls into your mouth,... I smile, chuckle, and you just look on. Then Away! Away Away Away!... He takes you away.... Far Far Away. And it will never be true... It’ll never be true.... We’ll never be together! Coming from two sides of the river, such a large flowing river, feeler and popular, just staring on..... We come together! We come apart! But never never forever.... So I sing... Sing for you and him... Sing to what we had... Even if it was quick, it was real. It was real real real.... It was real.